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i so the miracles of* antichrist
" Ah, why .. . . ? You do not know," he
continued, laughing, " that my master in England was a
socialist himself. You do not know that it is he
who has introduced these ideas to me . .
He checked himself and did not continue the
controversy. He went over to the bench, where he had
been sitting when she came, and fetched a statuette.
He handed it to Donna Micaela. It seemed as
though he wished to say: " See for yourself, if you
are right."
She took it and held it up in the moonlight. It
was a Mater Dolorosa in black marble. She saw it
quite distinctly.
She could also recognize it. The image bore her
own features. It intoxicated her for a moment.
The next she was filled with horror. He who was a
socialist, he, who did not believe, he dared to make
a Madonna ! And he had given the image her
features. He involved her in his sin.
" I have made it for you, Donna Micaela," he
said.
Ah, since it was hers ! She threw it out over the
balustrade. It hit against the steep wall of rock, fell
deeper and deeper, struck loose stones and was
probably itself dashed to pieces. Finally a splash was
heard down in the Simeto.
" By what right do you carve Madonnas ? " she
asked Gaetano.
He stood silent. He had never before seen Donna
Micaela like that.
At the same moment that she rose against him,
she had become tall and stately. Beauty, which
with her always came and went like a restless guest.
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